When Ye Anning arrived at the funeral home, Song Zixian and Song Tianlin also arrived. The family went to say their final goodbyes to Song Siming and watched him be pushed into the cremation room. But after an hour or so, the funeral home came out with two urns.

Yes, two. Zhanyi is also cremated today.

Looking at the urn of Zhanyi, Mrs. Song suddenly lost control and rushed over angrily: "You return my son's life." ”

Looking at Mrs. Song, who came fiercely, the staff holding the urn was frightened. Seeing that the urn was about to be knocked to the ground by Mrs. Song, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out next to her and held the urn over.

"Mrs. Song, please respect yourself. My sister is dead, the deceased is the greatest, please be respectful. Looking at Mrs. Song who was out of control with cold eyes, Zhan Ze's voice was colder than his eyes.

Mrs. Song, who was held by Song Tianlin, heard Zhan Ze's words, and her emotions collapsed even more: "I respect her? How I respect her! If she hadn't seduced Amin, how could Amin have died! ”

Staring viciously at the urn in Zhan Ze's arms, Mrs. Song couldn't wait to drop it!

"Xiuyuan, calm down." Song Tianlin is a man in the end, although he is sad that his son is dead, he still has reason.

However, Mrs. Song couldn't listen to it at all, and pointed to the urn of Zhan Yi and scolded angrily: "Calm down, how can I be calm." If it weren't for this, Amin wouldn't have died! ”

That's her only son, how can she live in the future?

Listening to one insulting sentence after another, Ren Zhanze couldn't help but be angry no matter how good his cultivation was: "Mrs. Song, let me remind you again." My sister is dead, and we don't know anything about her and Song Siming, but now there is no meaning in right or wrong, I just hope that my sister can leave this world quietly. ”

If he didn't want Ah Yi to leave quietly, how could he let this shrew splash?

"Mr. Zhan, Mrs. Song is angry, you go first." Seeing that the two parties were about to quarrel, the people at the funeral home hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them.

Although he was angry, Zhan Ze didn't want to quarrel with Mrs. Song, and after glancing at Mrs. Song fiercely, he left with the urn.

As soon as Zhan Ze left, Mrs. Song had no object to scold, and instead hugged Song Siming's urn and cried bitterly, no matter how Song Tianlin and Ye Anning persuaded her, she didn't listen.

In the end, it was Song Zixian who stepped forward and said, "It's not too early, it's time to send Ah Ming to the cemetery." ”

Yes, from now on, the cemetery will be Song Siming's home.

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At 3:15 p.m., Song Siming finally settled on the ground. Relatives and friends also left after mourning, leaving Ye Anning alone in front of the tombstone.

Raising his hand to touch the photo on the tombstone, Ye Anning muttered to the photo: "Song Siming, didn't you say that you would protect me and Zixin Ziyu for the rest of your life?" How can you break your word, how can you die, what do you want us to do in the future?"

Song Zixian, who was standing in the shade of a tree in the distance, looked at Ye Anning who was talking to himself at the tombstone from a distance, and wrinkled his eyebrows deeply.

Amin's death may have been just an accident, but he believes that the transfer of the company and property is by no means accidental, and there must be another reason. Whatever the reason, he'll definitely find out.

"President, Miss Ye fainted." Just when Song Zixian was in a trance, the driver on the side suddenly exclaimed.

Song Zixian came back to his senses, and Ye Anning really collapsed in front of the tombstone. Twisting his eyebrows heavily, Song Zixian strode over and hugged Ye Anning.

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It's another nasty smell of disinfectant......

Ye Anning frowned, opened his heavy eyelids, and found himself lying in the hospital again.

She hates hospitals. The hospital took away her favorite sister.

"When you wake up, drink saliva first and then drink porridge."

The sudden sound startled Ye Anning. Turning his head to look, Ye Anning's anger came up at the same time as his eyes met.

"How about you." Ye Anning was very unhappy, the first person he saw when he woke up turned out to be Song Zixian.

"Who do you wish for?" While asking, Song Zixian brought the water cup to Ye Anning's mouth and motioned for her to drink water.

Ye Anning wanted to refuse, but she was so thirsty that her throat was dry and about to burn. After a short struggle, Ye Anning decided that the adults should not care about the villains, and drink saliva first.

Opening his mouth and sucking, Ye Anning said weakly: "You raise it higher, I can't drink it." ”

For the first time in his life, Song Zixian's movements were very stiff, and Ye Anning only drank half of a glass of water. The other half all flowed into Ye Anning's neck.

The water full of his neck was extremely uncomfortable, Ye Anning stared at Song Zixian and said sullenly, "Won't you wipe it for me?"

She was infusion with one hand, and she couldn't get a tissue with the other, so she could only ask Song Zixian for help.

Drew a few pieces of paper, but when he was close to Ye Anning's neck, Song Zixian was stunned.

"It's so annoying, rubbing the water and rubbing it, you did it on purpose." snatched the paper towel, and Ye Anning wiped it dry by himself.

Ink-colored eyes looked at the large piece of snow-white neck exposed by Ye Anning's rubbing water, and Song Zixian actually felt a tightness in his throat. Swallowing his saliva, Song Zixian handed the porridge on the table to Ye Anning: "The doctor said that you are very weak now, and you can only drink porridge." ”

Not only can I only drink porridge, but I also have to be hospitalized for two days. Ye Anning, who was dead, did not eat water and rice for two days, and he fainted from hunger. If he hadn't left today, no one would have known if he had died in the cemetery.

Looking at the white porridge in front of him, Ye Anning's eyes widened, and he raised his hand holding the needle and said angrily: "How can I drink it?"

Song Zixian twisted his eyebrows: "So?"

"So please feed me." After not eating for two days, Ye Anning was weak and weak, so she could only temporarily lower her noble head.

Feed her?

Looking down at the porridge in his hand, Song Zixian fell into deep thought.